She ask me why am I stressin' I'm tryna get some of my opps addresses I'm really off white, plus look in my closet and see I got lots of exes I send out lot of texts If you see a blooded rambo and it's not mine, it's probably S's Treys and Glocks is what I invest in Yeah, I've been givin' her pipe but I don't mind if she tells her friends, we're besties Yeah, I bought her the shoes she ain't got Instagram, and she's more than sexy My rap career's promisin' but I'm still tryna leave that stretchin' I'm still tryna leave that trendin' bro put that on a diamond pendant I got five years on me, times two get caught might give me a ten I got number six on standby, but I rather give it to ten I poked up ****, he was hittin' the shop if I see him I'll ching him again If you hear me rap 'bout GLE, just know I ain't whippin' a Benz Most of my friends are drillers and trappers I ain't with all the chattin' Phone clash, like do me a favour clap him, make sure he's not standin' Spa day with a booter just done a bootin', but health is wealth I just ran out of credit but the food that I got is gonna sell itself
I just got in the booth, tell 'em the truth Rolls Royce Dawn, take off the roof This bad B thick and melanin too (Turn, turn, turn, told me turn) Always tryna tell me take off my pooh Six quid just to get me a boot, don't piss me off I'll just get me a broom Then go Hattons, let me link Housh, like bro when you settin' the jewels? All of these karats it got me lookin' like the Christmas lights at Harrods All of these handtings I might need a bag of sweets like Tangfantastics (One) The fans want me providin' bangers opps want me providin' badness (Badness) Even though I went platinum I might still try to give them both (Both) Feds still want me in HMP why they still want to feed man oats? I was in the bando batterin' fish had this yardie ting tryna feed man goat (One) And I'm still the G. O. A. T bro got a sentence and I still don't vote These twenty notes plastic, they still gon' fold These opps wanna pull up to the top of the hill again I see bro drill at them could've been an M on the O like Gilligan Come a long way from bitter wing Done the wing pickyhead like Willian (One) Gotta thank God for rap could've been me fulltime in the gym again
They know where the thugs stay But they don't wanna go down there like the bus lane Mash four, I'm a skengman I do it for the four-door truck way No bow and arrow, just zombie killers or smokin' barrels I see what he's sayin' on TV I see him and change the channel This year spent a Day Date forty on trainers ask for the players (Ask them) Barrage of bullets, now it's all vacant dots got new players Back then I done with the handle wobblin', handle bruck Ever had a GLE when it sprays, it sound like a Lambo' truck Cullinan R with stars (Vroom) , feds wanna mark the car If I see them man, of course I'll send it I'll never put it drafts Shotgun in the bushes, ever stepped out gotta wipe off mud and grass (Yuck) Think we're playin' games, there's more than one in the car Blast it, made me blink don't get done tryna make it on Made You Think Bigger Cuban, I'm changin' links Can't fund no bricks, then I'm changin' links Each one teach one, and takin' tips You ain't on takin' risks If it goes well, then we're changin' dings